Ænima

SHIBA KLEIN

Hesitant as he was, her words seemed to break through and he relatened, stepping back and dropping his aggressive posturing. It was enough for her to loosen the tension in her shoulders and lower her guard, if only slightly. He was less of a threat now that he likely was in full health, and there was enough distance between them in the moment that she would have time to react if his attitude changed again.

He began to pelt her with questions, and while there was a time where she would have immediately offered to tend to his wounds, there were a lot of factors for her to consider. It was winter and resources were scarce, and Recluses pack was young and full of pups. She couldn’t afford to waste valuable supplies on a stranger that had washed up on the beach. Besides that, she didn’t even have any of her supplies on her, and she’d had her fair share of treating ungrateful, broody men for the time being. "Unfortunately I can’t offer you much in the way of my services, I have other’s that rely on me and I can’t waste those supplies on loners. My best advice would be to move inland, find fresh water to clean those wounds out and then get dry quickly. I’m sure you can find some shelter somewhere close by." She paused then, looking him over. It was almost comical how many overlaps there were between him and Mikko, both large in size, full of scars, and missing an eye. "If you travel north west, you’ll find the a pack, Habari. It is ruled by my niece Recluse. If you were to join it would be far easy to find supplies, and my services would be free of charge. I can’t say if she’ll take you or not, but your chances of survival will obviously be better than if you try to figure it out for yourself out here."

"Speech."